Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Calls In Detective to Dust for Porcelain Particles on Dustin Hoffman’s Tongue
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Album The Early Four Track Recordings
- #1Dirty Dustin Hoffman Needs a Bath
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- #2Dustin Hoffman Gets a Bath
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- #3Dustin Hoffman Thinks About Eating the Soap
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- #4Dustin Hoffman Scrubs Too Hard and Loses Soap
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- #5Dustin Hoffman Does Not Resist Temptation to Eat the Bathtub
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- #6Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Comes Home
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- #7
Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Seems Suspicious About The Absent Tubof Montreal
- #8Dustin Hoffman Feigns Ignorance of Missing Bathtub
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- #9Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Calls In Detective to Dust for Porcelain Particles on Dustin Hoffman’s Tongue
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- #10Dustin Hoffman’s Tongue Taken to Police Lab Where It Is Used as Toilet Paper and Reading Material While on the Toilet
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- #11Dustin Hoffman Offers Lame Possible Explanation for Missing Bathtub
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- #12Dustin Hoffman’s Wife Makes Sarcastic Remark, Cuts the Head off of a Duck, Places It Where the Tub Was and Begins to Groan
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- #13Dustin Hoffman Becomes Indignant and Wets Himself
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- #14Dustin Hoffman Quits Bathroom and Climbs a Tree
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- #15Dustin Hoffman’s Children Enter the Bathroom
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- #16Dustin Hoffman’s Children Don’t Enter the Bathroom
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[Verse 1]
Your hands are on this
It's unwound, thanks for asking
I very rarely get angry
Basically, I think you're fucked
You won't know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sake, alive and bending
And bending
You make me so mad
You don't put it any effort
I'm so sick of trying
I don't want to give up on you
This is all the room I want
The bed is gone, of course, he blanked
I know my face below twigs crack
I watched the ball, it hit the ground
You won't know I wrote this song about you
For goodness sake, alive and bending